İnce ince [English translation]

Flaked snow falls upon the poor

Why the faith is not taking the poor's word

We've starved to death, come now sir please

Some are member of the parliment, some are governer, it's forbidden for us to get educated

I can't stand your fake pose anymore

We're doomed, education to us, roads to us, life to us,

Come now sir, please, please, please, please, please please...

Why is it so hard to build new roads,

To build schools, to restore life

please, please, please, please please...

Why isn't Urfa like your Istanbul?*

Poor Maraş, dry Urfa, what about Diyarbakır?

We're doomed, we're dead, a drop of water

Come now sir, please...

We're dead, send a letter, come now sir,

please, please, pleas, please, please please...

Why is it so hard to give lands,

To love, to know oneself

please, please, please, please please...

We weren't born as lords, my friend,

Let's live together, don't think I'm upset with you,

I'm doomed, don't be seperated, come now, brother,

please, please, please, please, please please...

Why is it so hard to give lands,

To pay debts, to know oneself,

please, please, please brother please...

• Artist:Selda Bağcan